A little later, the woman left and returned, carrying a set of clothes in her hands.
What vulgar clothes... The Imperial Concubine glanced at them and felt something was terribly wrong.
Fujiwara Reya noted her reaction and then adopted an annoying young master's demeanor. Speaking in a tone that was both commanding and mischievous, he said, "Madam, you'd better hurry and change into them."
"Look, the moon is so round tonight." The Imperial Concubine pointed outside with her fair finger.
"Do you want me to help you undress?" Fujiwara Reya's face grew cold.
"Young Master..." The Imperial Concubine attempted to display a beautiful smile to sway him, but instead, it backfired, turning into a mournful expression.
Lost in exquisite joy, Fujiwara Reya suddenly extended his left fist in front of her, raising his index and middle fingers, saying, "Remember the taste of this?"
